Kurstin Strange

Silence

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, 300 years ago, it wasn’t a valley. The man trod cautiously across the uncertain ground, eyes trained on a point in the distance yet unseen, ears open and soaking in the world around him. Screeches and shrill chirps sounded to his right, near but not near enough for concern. To his left, resonating over the dense treetops, a thunderous rush of wings heralded a more sinister foe.